Those who managed to escape from Cecil's nightmare were lucky, but also unfortunate.
The burning houses, the earth corroded by elemental power, the terrifying giants that strode out of the chaotic fog, and the families and friends that died tragically under all of this — all of these were like nightmares that haunted everyone who managed to escape. Even if they managed to escape to the safety of Tanzania Town, even with the protection of Knight and the soldiers, fear never subsided from the hearts of the survivors, not even for a moment.
Because even the armored soldiers did not have a good night's sleep in these few days.
Many people had to use alcohol to numb themselves, and the poor who could not even get drunk could only endure the torment. Furthermore, in this era, it was impossible to have a good living environment in another lord's territory as a refugee, and the situation seemed to worsen.
Not to mention maintaining order among the refugees, Knight Philip even felt a little powerless to maintain the soldiers' daily reports, not to mention maintaining order among the refugees.
But fortunately, the lord returned safely, and brought along an unexpected strong pillar of support.
Outside Tanzania Town, Rebecca looked at the people gathered in front of her. These people's clothes were ragged, and they looked haggard. Even though Viscount Andrew did manage to provide basic accommodation and food distribution, but in this era, the nobles' alms to the commoners were extremely limited. The fact that these people did not freeze or starve to death was already a reflection of Viscount Andrew's extraordinary benevolence, far surpassing that of his peers. Rebecca could not ask for too much.
And for those who escaped from Cecil's territory, the appearance of the lord was enough of an effective cardiac stimulant.
In this era, the commoners did not have high awareness and psychological quality, and were not very loyal to the lord. Although Rebecca could be considered a kind and friendly lord (the main reason was that the little girl's brain was not good, and could not learn the cunning and greed of her peers), she had only been in office for less than a year. Due to the poor communication, in fact, many of the commoners did not even know what their lord looked like.
However, the appearance of the feudal lord was still a form of encouragement. For these pitiful people who had been living in fear for many days, as long as someone stood up and announced that they would continue to protect them, it was enough. They did not care who their master was, nor did they care what she looked like. Hundreds of years of feudalism had made the civilians lose a lot of their ability to think, but it also made them very easy to satisfy. In Gwen's view, this was a kind of cohesion based on ignorance and ignorance, but it was indeed effective.
Only a small portion of the people had come to see them off. Most of them stayed in Tanzania Town to take care of their belongings or work in exchange for food. Rebecca looked at these people and wanted to say a few words, but she didn't know what to say. She looked at Knight Philip and said, "I'll have to rely on you to take care of these people. Knight, before we come back, try to make sure that no one is missing."
"I promise you on my oath!" Philip straightened his chest and said, "I will protect every person and every piece of property of Cecil's family for you!"
"And don't forget what you have been told to do," said Gawain. "Viscount Andrew will give you all the help you need. You have only to send those who are quick on their feet and quick on their feet. Don't be stingy with your money; they have much more to do than that."
"Yes!" The young Knight replied loudly, but it was difficult to hide his confusion. As a person who lived in an isolated era and specialized in martial arts, it was difficult for him to keep up with Gwen's thoughts. "But are those things really that important?"
"Of course they are." Gwen laughed. "If it's a small matter, it's just gossip. If it's a big matter, it's called the effect of public opinion. Don't underestimate these invisible forces. Once everyone starts talking about the same thing, even the Captical will be restless."
After some arrangements, Gwen and Rebecca boarded the carriage provided by Viscount Andrew. Along with them were the maid Betty, the loyal Byron Knight, the super thief Amber, and twelve family soldiers. These soldiers were not carefully selected because there were only a dozen of them who broke out with Knight Philip. Including the two who escaped with Gwen, there were less than twenty people in total. Under such circumstances, twelve fully equipped soldiers could be said to be the only face of the Cecil family.
The mature and steady Heti was left behind to maintain the situation. But this "Aunt Heti" was obviously worried that her niece was about to embark on the Captical trip. Standing under the carriage, she grabbed Rebecca's hand and reminded her, "Remember your identity. Don't disgrace the Cecil family, but don't clash with the Captical nobles. When you see the king, you have to be respectful and don't break the rules. Don't hit people with big fireballs. The Captical is not like our countryside. If you encounter something you don't understand, don't rush to answer. Look for the ancestor or Byron Knight because every word you say will be speculated many times. The most important thing is to listen to the ancestor, especially when dealing with the nobles. You are not good at this, but the ancestor is a grand duke. He knows …"
Gwen listened to Heti's instructions. His heart sank because he really did not understand …
Not only did he not understand, but the real Gawain Cecil also did not understand. When the founding hero died, Ansu was still a bunch of bumpkins. The rules of the palace back then basically revolved around drinking and cursing with the king in the court. Thinking about it, seven hundred years later, today should not be the same as back then.
But in order not to let his already sensitive great-granddaughter go crazy, he still put his hand on Heti's shoulder and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry, I understand."
And so, under Heti's reassuring smile, the carriage carried the ignorant Rebecca and the seemingly knowledgeable Gwen on the road to the Captical.
At the same time, Knight Philip also sent out his men according to Gwen's arrangements before he left.
These were the quick-witted people he found among the people, as well as the nimble and eloquent people he hired in Tanzania Town. There were even some ruffians and scoundrels who could be bought with a few copper coins. Dealing with these people made the young Knight very uncomfortable, and the things he asked them to do were even more baffling. The only thing they had to do was to set off in all directions and go to every place where people gathered. They would go to bars, black markets, and stinky shacks in the slums, and then boast to the locals.
It would be best if they could find the passing bards to brag about.
And so, in the following period of time, such a scene appeared frequently in the south: travel-worn outlanders with strange accents would appear in all kinds of crowded places, and with a mysterious but solemn expression, they would say something similar:
"Hey, have you heard? Something happened to the Cecil family in the south! Their territory was destroyed by monsters and dragons! It is said that the souls of the dead were alarmed, and the legendary ancestor of the Cecil family opened the coffin and rose … You heard it right! It was the legendary Gawain Cecil who had awakened from his long slumber! He must be trying to destroy those monsters … "
"Hey! Why would I lie to you? Everyone in the south is talking about it. You can go to Tanzania Town or Linmu Town and ask around. And do you see my clothes? I escaped from the southernmost place. I tell you, when the ancestor of the Cecil family was resurrected, I saw it with my own eyes! "
Almost everyone said the same thing, and in the end, they would swear that they had seen these bizarre things with their own eyes. Even if it was not the people who were sent out by Knight Philip at the beginning, the people who spread the rumors later would say the same thing.
If there was someone who could gather all the rumors together, then he would be surprised to find that when the ancestor of the Cecil family was resurrected, there were at least a thousand people standing in the tomb and paying their respects, and there were at least ten thousand onlookers on the tombstone outside …
However, in this era, those who had the ability to do this would not pay attention to these rumors among the bumpkins on the streets, and those who heard and spread the news … would not think too much about it.
On the carriage heading toward Saint Sunil City, Gwen was looking at the scenery outside the carriage in boredom while thinking about how he should face the king sitting high in the Silver Fortress of Saint Sunil City.
He did not know how effective the things he asked Knight Philip to do would be. In fact, he did not even have thirty percent confidence in it. This was a contradictory and ignorant world. The existence of magic made a lot of things very convenient, even to the extent that it was beyond the level of this era. However, magic and other supernatural powers were only in the hands of a few people. The people of this world had not — or rather, they did not think that there was a need — to convert magic into a more widespread productive force. Therefore, in the lower class society that lacked power, everything was unbelievably backward.
Communication was by shouting, transportation was by walking, and rumors could spread very quickly in a town because tavern gossip could be said to be the only entertainment for the civilians after work. However, it was ten times harder for news to spread from one city to another because the barren wilderness blocked most of the movement. Furthermore, there were restrictions on the movement of people in their own territories by the nobles. Without the permission of the lord, if a civilian wanted to go from their own village to the lord's village next door to buy a chicken, they would even risk being hanged!
The pass signed by the Cecil family and the Leslie family (Viscount Andrew's family) could solve the problem of the movement of people, but it could not solve other problems.
However, doing something was better than doing nothing.
Gwen's goal was very simple — to spread the news of 'Cecil's ancestor being revived' as far as possible. It could not just be a secret among the nobles but among the civilians and even the poor. If possible, it should even become a ghost story to the extent of a horror story. In fact, the rumors were indeed developing in this direction.
This news would be modified again and again in the process of spreading. Those superstitious and ignorant medieval people would add a lot of details to it according to their own understanding. Gwen did not care about the details at all — he only wanted the news to continue spreading.
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